Rap God (Mr. Cii Remix)

Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings

But I'm only going to get this one chance (six minutes, six minutes)

Something's wrong, I can feel it (six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)

Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what

If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble

And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances

You are just what the doctor ordered

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot

But for me to rap like a computer, it must be in my genes

I got a laptop in my back pocket

My pen'll go off when I half-cock it

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Made a livin' and a killin' off it

Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office

With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack

I'm an MC still as honest

But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (kill 'em all with)

This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop

You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy brat

Packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac', backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackity-yack

And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that

I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact

How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack

Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a Maxipad

It's actually disastrously bad

For the wack, while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce

'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got

Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Hit the Earth like an asteroid, did nothin' but shoot for the moon since (pew)

Mc's get taken to school with this music

'Cause I use it as a vehicle to bus the rhyme

Now I lead a new school full of students

Me? I'm a product of Rakim

Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim

Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position

To meet Run-D.M.C and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame

Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames

Only hall of fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame on the wall of (shame)

You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames

Off a plank and tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'?

Little gay lookin' boy

So gay I can barely say it with a straight face lookin' boy

You witnessin' a mass-occur

Like you're watchin' a church gathering take place lookin' boy

"Oy vey, that boy's gay", that's all they say, lookin' boy

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

And a "Way-to-go" from your label every day, lookin' boy

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say, lookin' boy?

I get a "Hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy

I'ma work for everything I have

Never asked nobody for shit, get outta my face, lookin' boy

Basically boy, you're never gonna be capable

Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy

'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR

Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God

Kneel before General Zod, this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent

Let off then I'm reloadin' immediately with these bombs I'm totin'

And I should not be woken

I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin'

But I got your mom deep-throatin'

I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothin' in common, poodle

I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil

It's me, my honesty's brutal

But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though

For good at least once in a while

So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle

Enough rhymes to maybe to try to help get some people through tough times

But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case 'cause even you unsigned

Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime

I know there was a time where once I

Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind

So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine

Appeal with the skin color of mine

You get too big, and here they come tryin' to

Censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP One

When I tried to say, "I'll take seven kids from Columbine"

"Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine"

See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm

Morphin' into an immortal comin' through the portal

You're stuck in a time warp from two-thousand four, though

And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for

You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows

You write normal? Fuck being normal

And I just bought a new ray-gun from the future

Just to come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad

'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad

Singin' to a man while he played piano

Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel

So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day

"Hey, Fab, I'ma kill you"

Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (JJ Fad)

Uh, sama lama duma lama, you assumin' I'm a human

What I gotta do to get it through to you, I'm superhuman?

Innovative and I'm made of rubber

So that anything you say is ricochetin' off of me and it'll glue to you

I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating

How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feelin' like it's levitating

Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting

For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating

'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Oh, he's too mainstream

Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it

It's not hip-hop, it's pop, 'cause I found a hella way to fuse it

With rock, shock rap with Doc

Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it

I don't know how to make songs like that

I don't know what words to use

Let me know when it occurs to you

While I'm rippin' any one of these verses diverse as you

It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you

How many verses I gotta murder to

Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you can sacrifice virgins too? Uh

School flunkie, pill junkie

But look at the accolades the skills brung me

Full of myself, but still hungry

I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to

And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues

But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you

I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat

Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky but funky

But in my head, there's something I can feel tugging and struggling

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women-hate

But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have

Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation

And understand the discrimination

But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then

But if I can't batter the women, how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?

Don't mistake him for (Satan)

It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas

And take a vacation to trip a broad

And make her fall on her face and

Don't be a retard, be a king? Think not

Why be a king when you can be a God?